League of Legends Invades Another World

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The familiar system prompt sounded, and it was still cold, but it gave Modrian a different feeling. The reward for the rest of his life was more enjoyable than the victory of predicting the result.

The pace did not stop, Modrian resolutely crossed the threshold of the ruins in the face of the slightly dim starlight, looking back at the place where the battle was ruined and desolate, he felt a little pity in his heart, to be honest, the architectural style and elegant environment here he like very much.

"Well, Horace?" Modrian noticed Horace, who was staying at the end of the line. He seemed to be staring into the distance, the direction of which was the Cecil Arena, which was controlled by Bessemer, the young master of the Cecil family. The underground dark 'realm'.

The calm gaze passed through the gorgeous wall hangings, and Modrian's pupils reflected the figures of two young men and a grey-robed figure stained with a hint of evil.

"Who are those?" Modrian asked, there seemed to be no relevant pictures in his memory, it should be a stranger.

"It's His Royal Highness Saroyan, and Bessie of the Cecil family, the other one I don't know." Horace said with a smile, but the smile that bloomed from the corner of his mouth was bitter and helpless.

friend! ?

Although it was expected, the cruel reality still gave Horace a heavy blow. It was a damn betrayal and a damn trust.

Time has erased the traces of the past, and the proportion of interests has already surpassed friendship. He should learn to accept the reality and no longer have hope for the past.

Saroyan Craigie Valante. Modrian whispered the name belonging to the Valante family, then turned his head slightly and looked at Horace at the moment with a clear expression.

"A chance for revenge, do you need it? Taking advantage of this moment, at least no one will stop you."

An icy look appeared on his face, and Modrian didn't care. Since there is such a big commotion tonight, why not continue to add some fuel to make the flames burn more vigorously tomorrow.

What's more, there is also [Temporary Mission: Follower's Revenge] hanging on the humble panel of the system, flashing a bloody glow.

"No, no need." Hearing this, Horace shook his head, rejected Modrian's good intentions, and then withdrew his gaze. He knew that even if the current killing was successful, it would lead to unexpected situations, so why not wait any longer. , waiting for the crucial moment in the battle for the throne.

The hatred has made him support him for so long, and he can wait for a while longer for the thoughts that have never given up in his heart.

"Okay!" Modrian looked at Horace, whose expression had returned to normal at the moment, and said nothing.

In fact, his heart has already recognized Horace as a companion, but if the other party makes a choice, then he will not say anything, even if he guesses that His Royal Highness Saroyan and Bessie of the Cecil family are likely to be related to this shadow. related to the realm.

The shadows disappeared, and under the bustling lights, Modrian and his party rode farther and farther in the night, and gradually disappeared.

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Bang!

Evil life energy erupted, smashing the suet white jade guardrail, His Highness Saroyan's feminine face was full of twisted colors, and his stern voice echoed in the secret room on the third floor.

"Damn, damn, what does that guy's gaze mean? Contempt? Despise me?"

Bessemer and Orcas remained silent, looking at His Royal Highness Saroyan, who was a little crazy in front of him, from the corner of their eyes, no one would touch the bad head.

It's just that compared to His Royal Highness Saroyan and Okas's different moods, Bessemer's heart is more remorse and depression, regretting the original choice, and being frustrated by the wrong team.

He also saw the figure of Horace looking here, that plain face, but deep pupils.

If there is a bit of hatred, there is room for manoeuvre, and now it is said that the 'friendship' between the two has come to an end, and perhaps it is no longer called 'friendship', he saw the bloody meaning of reckoning after the autumn.

"Betsymore!"

The feminine and wicked voice recalled Besimer's thoughts, looked up at His Royal Highness Saroyan, and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, what are your orders?"

"I want to meet Count Sigrid, I hope the Cecil family will not refuse." His Royal Highness Saroyan overlooked the courtyard in the ruins, and suppressed hatred filled his pupils.

"Of course, the Cecil family is willing to serve you!" Bessemer agreed without hesitation, then glanced at the priest of Orcas in the hidden shadow, nodded slightly, and left the hidden room.

Crunch!

As soon as the door was closed, a gust of wind struck, and His Highness Saroyan turned around, staring at Priest Orkas in front of him with hated and crazy eyes.

"As you said, the shadow will come, and according to the agreement, I will also see Horace's head."

"But now everything is empty, including the Lord of Shadows you said, it seems to have failed? Ha, this is really ridiculous!"

Inside the dark robe, Priest Orcas lowered his head and remained silent. The development of this incident was indeed beyond expectations. He never thought that even the Lord of Shadows would make a move without success.

A thin shadow filled his eyes, and a soft murmur echoed in his ears. Priest Orcas heard an inexplicable call in a trance, which came from the supreme existence of his meditation belief.

"The shadow will not fail, the day it comes again is the time to fulfill the promise!"

When Priest Orcas raised his head again, the sound like the neighing of a poisonous snake was harsh and restless in the secret room, with a hint of bloody anger.

"His Royal Highness Saroyan, our cooperation is still the same. I hope you don't give up too soon. The battle for the throne has not yet begun, and everything is unknown."

"Humph!" His Royal Highness Saroyan suppressed the hatred in his heart, but when he recalled the look in Horace's eyes just now, he couldn't help but burst into anger. "As you said, the noble council convened in three days will almost decide the situation of the battle for the throne."

"You have to hurry up!"

He has lost too many things, but in order to complete his inner revenge, he doesn't mind waiting any longer to endure the strange eyes of others.

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The dim starlight mixed with the magical lights on the roadside, illuminating the way forward, Modrian crossed the bustling commercial streets to the final destination.

A low and luxurious building on the edge of the aristocratic area.

"Where did you live?" Modrian stood in front of the door, sighing at the style of the building in front of him, while talking to Horace.

The color of memory appeared on his face, and Horace said softly: "Yes, I have lived here since I was an adult."

"Oh, we live in this way, won't the Dale family say anything?" Modrian asked with a smile.

"No." Horace stepped forward and pushed open the heavy mahogany door, looking at the empty but neat and clean building.

"As the top family of Limontanlu, the Dale family has been doing very well in this regard."

All the forces that have seen or peeped at the situation in the realm of shadows will change their choices tonight, and the Dale family is one of them.

From leaving Cecil Arena to walking here, Horace knew in his heart, and the Dale family also knew very well, so they prepared in advance, cleaned up and vacated the building in front of them.

Horace turned his body sideways, bent forty-five degrees, and placed his right hand on his left chest. A very standard noble etiquette, it also represented his supreme loyalty and respect.

"Lord Modrian, please come in!"

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